During the day, sentries guard the sleeping. When the sky is dark and the moon dances with the stars, this is when the real fun begins. Munashii Gekko's forest is the only haunt where you can find your local misfits all in one place. A land of the forbidden and forgotten, a place that is riddled with dangers of a whole different kind. The wolves here have long misplaced their rightful minds, and now live like creatures damned to prowl and lurk through the night. It's easy to lose yourself here, sanity was sure to fade away and wither; there was never anything normal about this nefarious nest. The silent threats that whispered in the breeze were enough to deter even the largest of demons around. It was not strength nor wit that ensured your survival here with Eric, and challengers would be torn down with a morose lethality - there was nothing left in his cold blue eyes that promised mercy to anyone who dared to overstep their worth. So, would you give up the sun for the moon and stars? Do you have enough vigor to become a well regarded sentry? - Put on a game face to step up and pass the sepia king's test or turn and leave before he catches your scent. You never know who wants to snack on your delicious blood in this forest.

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The Way of the Warrior [kobato]
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The Way of the Warrior


The white brute was following the scent of the young fae who had originally greeted him at the border to these packlands. She had been exuberant and had overwhelmed him, even getting him to speak. Aindreas had been ashamed of his crackled voice, and how it must have sounded to the young fae. He wanted to apologize to her for that, and wanted the chance to speak more. Although he did not know her well, she was one of the only members of Munashii Gekko that he had met, and so wished to get to know her better. He loathed to speak to her again, knowing that with his continued lack of speech, his voice would not be much improved, but the only way to improve his speech was to strengthen his vocals. By speaking. To the young fae. It was a vicious circle of being ashamed to speak and yet needing to speak to eventually stop being ashamed to speak.

His nares read Kobato’s tracks clear as day. Her scent had run through his olfactories and lodged itself into Aindreas’ memory. The problem was that her tracks were all over the terra, often crossing over themselves multiple times. He should have known better than to think that such an exuberant youth would travel as others did. Although he would have preferred to have found her using his cunning and tracking skills, her scent covered the entire terra. If she continued to move about, he could run in circles for a while before coming into contact with her. It was harder to find her than it was to hunt down elusive prey.

Aindreas sat upon his muscled haunches, and gazed around, his icy blue orbs looking about himself. Slowly, he raised his white maw to the sky and emitted a soft croon calling out to Kobato. His call told of his location, and asked her to meet with him. He knew that Serris would not be entirely happy about Aindreas meeting with Kobato, but his call had publicized it, and Aindreas would not cross his alpha’s loyalty- he would be respectful to his lord’s adopted daughter and not do anything that Serris would consider untoward. He lowered his white maw and wrapped his plume around his paws, settling in to wait for the fae’s arrival.





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